[Rebirth] King of Theater

Because Mrs. Sylvie was eager to get rid of the 'devil's illusion', she forgot to hide her figure for a while and walked several steps forward.

Al just separated from Randy. When he raised his eyes, he saw his mother standing not far away, standing on tiptoes and stretching her neck to look over here...

This fact is too embarrassing.

So many years later, when he recalled the emotions at that time, he still felt a subtle feeling of panic, anger, and embarrassment.

But on the other hand, Mrs. Sylvie's strange performance at that time also left a deep impression on him.

Let him sigh in his heart again: "I will never understand what my mother is thinking."

Because it stands to reason, I suddenly saw my son messing with a man.

If Mrs. Sylvie chooses to scold loudly, cry and make noise, it is understandable behavior.

But she didn't have her usual hysterical outburst.

Instead, when her eyes met, she nodded towards her son, then turned and left.

This confuses Al.

He didn't understand at all whether Mrs. Sylvie saw the scene of him kissing Randy, or, on the bright side, this lady didn't have good eyesight and didn't see it at all...

Al thought wildly.

For the reason that he didn't want to upset anyone else, he didn't tell Randy about it. He just went home that day and wanted to talk to his mother.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Sylvie acted like nothing happened.

She greeted her eldest son with care, and even fried two eggs in one breath, showing very considerate and caring.

Al was getting more and more bewildered.

Then, he decided to test it out: "Mom, let the pan sit in the sink for a while, come and talk to me."

"Then you'll have to ask the pan for advice."

Mrs. Sylvie said angrily: "It wants to take a bath now, and doesn't want to stay with a pot."

"Fuck it, it has no place to speak in this family."

Al said, "Mom, it's just a few words."

Mrs. Sylvie had to come reluctantly.

Al asked seriously: "Mom, did you go to XX Street to find me today?"

"There is such a thing, but Al, you have to trust Mom, I'm just passing by, not trying to find out about you..."

"But I didn't say what you were spying on me, mom, don't be nervous, I just want to ask, did you see..."

"I saw your new house is very beautiful, did you spend a lot of money?"

"After applying for a loan, I'm actually looking at a villa. After saving money, let's move to a new house. The area over there is bigger, so that everyone can have a separate room. Uh, wait, this is not important, I I mean, Mom, you didn't notice that blond hair next to me..."

"Al, the lawn in front of your house is well manicured."

"They hired someone to take care of it, Mom, did you see me and..."

"Al, the two trees in your yard are also very strong."

"Hell, are there any trees in my yard? Mom, I mean..."

"Al, the windows in your house are bright too."

"I wiped it yesterday, Mom, you..."

"Oops, John and Mary are off from school, and I have to go get something to eat."

"mom……"

That's it.

Mrs. Sylvie put on an attitude of 'refusing to talk', and then, like an ostrich, stubbornly plunged her head into the haystack, thinking that as long as she turned a blind eye and heard nothing, nothing would happen...

Al couldn't do anything about her.

Although it is also possible to grab her hard and explain the matter clearly, considering that Mrs. Sylvie has never been a woman who can be deduced by common sense, and, deep down in his heart, he is still very afraid that this mother will continue to cry, In addition, looking for life and death...

Eventually, Al gave up.

He decided to act like nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, just as he gave up on this end, Mrs. Sylvie took the initiative to mention it at the moment when he was about to leave home.

She had a serious face, lowered her voice, and whispered in Sicilian dialect, as if she was exchanging secret information underground, and said carefully in her son's ear: "Be careful when you do things. Next time what you want to do, don't be in the yard." "In case someone finds out, remember to bite to death and deny it." "Does anyone else know, find a way to block their mouths, and never let it out."

Al was dumbfounded again.

He thought about it carefully, and after confirming that he was only in a relationship with a man, and did not involve any murder or arson, a kind of ironic emotion came to his heart again.

But I have to say, for Mrs. Sylvie...

This kind of expression is probably already in the category of maternal love, and it belongs to the irrational type of parents who "know that you are wrong, but you are my son, and I still want to protect you".

Al really didn't know whether to be happy or helpless.

All kinds of emotions came to his mind, and he rarely put "The Man Who Laughs" aside, and started writing the series of Mrs. X again.

This time, he added a relative to Mrs. X, a grown-up son Freys who usually leaves home and returns occasionally.

["Freys, Freys!"]

["Oh yes, are you calling me, Mom?"]

["That's right! Did you stand on the curb eating bananas again yesterday?"]

["There is such a thing."]

["Banana peel thrown on the floor?"]

["Uh, yes."]

["Damn it! The old man Baker next door fell to his death, how can you still be in the mood to sleep, you are shameless."]

["Wait, what does Baker's death have to do with me falling asleep? Why am I shameless?"]

["He fell to his death must have stepped on the banana peel you threw, you are now a murderer."]

["ah?"]

["Ah what? You don't hurry up and hide, the police will definitely come and catch you."]

["But...but, but, how is it possible? For a piece of banana peel, the police are going to arrest me. This is too unreasonable."]

["You still have the mood to talk back to me, God, Freys! Mom is so worried about you, in case you are really taken away... Your father died early, and I am the only one left in our family, what should I do? Live well! Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your mother!" Mrs. X burst into tears as she spoke. ]

She cried so sad and heartbroken that...

Frass really couldn't say anything more, so he had to admit his mistake and apologize: [I'm sorry, Mom!It's all my fault, I shouldn't talk back to you. ]

["It's good that you know." Mrs. X stopped crying for a while. ]

[But the next moment, she was startled again: "My God, Frese, you're still in bed."]

["Of course, didn't I just fall asleep?"]

["Get up quickly, the police are coming to arrest you, how can you still be lying on the bed swaggering?"]

["Yeah, but...then where should I go?"]

["Hide under the bed first!"]

["Come on, mom..."]

["Oh my God! Woohoo, my mother is so worried about you. If you are really taken away and I am the only one left at home, how should I live! Even if you don't think about yourself, you should take good care of yourself." Think about it, your mother!"]

["Okay, I'm going to get under the bed now."]

Al continued to write.

He wrote that there were bursts of sirens just outside...

Then Mrs. X let out a terrified scream:

[Holy shit, here they come!Here they come!Freys, they're coming for you!I'm coming to get you!I'm coming to get you! ]

Finally, Frass was also flustered by his mother: [Then what should I do?I hide under the bed now? ]

As a result, there were too many sundries under the bed, and it was impossible to get in at all.

At this time, the sound of sirens was getting closer.

Freys couldn't help but give up on himself and said: "Forget it, I'll surrender myself!"Just a banana peel...]

Madam X immediately let out a more piercing scream: [No!damned!no way!You are too much, at such an urgent moment, you still have the heart to make trouble for me!Are you going to deliberately destroy yourself to get back at your mother?How can you do this to mom?I raised you for nothing...]

["I was wrong." Frass had to confess: "Look, mom, where else can I hide?"]

["In the closet! Let's try to hide in the closet," says Mrs. X. ]

Mrs. X desperately stuffed her son into the closet.

But she bought too many clothes, and it took her a long time to put her son in, but then she thought: [No, this is not safe!The policemen will see you as soon as they open the door. ]

Freys was exhausted physically and mentally: [Then where else can I hide? ]

Once again he wanted to give up and said: "Or forget it, I will surrender, I can do what I want, the judge said that the sentence will be a few years, it is just a banana peel..."

["Ahhh! Frass, please do something good! If you rush to the door like this, I swear to you, Mom will never live to tomorrow. God damn it, do you think the outside Life is too boring, you have to go to prison to be comfortable! What on earth do you want to do, do you really want to force your mother to death? This is definitely not a joke, it is definitely not a joke, this is a matter of life and death for both of us!" ]

Once again Freys succumbed to her mother's tears and cries and went into hiding.

He obeyed Mrs. X's instructions without love, and went through the bottom of the bed, the wardrobe, the cupboard (he was bruised from being squeezed, and his head was swollen), stripped naked and hid at the bottom of the swimming pool (nearly suffocated and drowned), Wearing green clothes, he climbed up the lush tree in the yard (he limped his leg), and finally, he started digging a hole in the backyard, planning to hide himself in the hole (???), until the situation completely subsided and the police stopped pursuing... …

When the pit was dug halfway, the neighbor next door finally poked his head out of the wall out of curiosity.

He looked at Mrs. X and her son Freys suspiciously: [Sorry to bother you.What kind of tree are you going to plant, madam? ]

This scene should be interesting to imagine.

Al smiled and continued writing:

["Ah! Cruel Fate! We've been discovered, we're doomed!"]

[Mrs. X murmured in agony: "My son is going to be taken away by the police."]

[But at this moment, Frass felt a burst of relaxation from the bottom of his heart, as if he finally didn't have to hide and was completely relieved. ]

[He stood up straight and said very solemnly: "Call the police, friend, I'm not running away."]

["Call the police, are you talking in your sleep? Why did you call the police? What did you do? Just because you were digging in the backyard?" The neighbor asked in amazement. ]

[Freth said honestly: "Because old man Baker fell to his death on a banana peel I threw on the road, I was a murderer."]

[Madam X screams and falls limply to the ground. ]

[The neighbors looked at them in bewilderment, too surprised to say a word: "God, what the hell are you mother and son doing? What Mr. Baker? Mr. Baker fell to his death in his own house. What on the road?" Banana peel? I don’t understand why, what nonsense are you talking about?”]

["What? He fell to his death at his own house? But the police just came, and there were sirens..."]

["That's the fire alarm, XX street is on fire, don't you know?"]

[The scene is very quiet for a moment. ]

[Freiss and Mrs. X look at each other. ]

[But Mrs. X is the first to regain her composure. ]

[What a strong, assertive woman! ]

[She got up from the ground, calmly arranged her messy clothes, and suddenly said logically and methodically: "This is a great thing to celebrate. Freys, now you don't have to worry about being arrested by the police. By the way, what were you thinking of just now? Sleeping? Oh, you can go back to bed now. Go, my dear boy, mother loves you!"]

[Frese hobbles a few steps forward: "Well, I think I've got to go to the hospital before I go to sleep, Mom."]

[Mrs. X immediately gave him an annoyed stare: "Damn it! Now that the police are not arresting you, do you still need your mother to accompany you to the hospital?"]

Al stopped writing for a moment, wanting to call it a day.

But after thinking about it, he decided to add a few more words of praise: [This story is over, but from this, we can see that—at critical moments, maternal love always appears so great. ]

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PS. Al's words and deeds do not represent the author, this character is actually quite bad, satirizing this and that...

And PS. Freys is Al's own middle name, maybe no one noticed this.